PrologueThe hot morning sun glares down on her pale skin as she walks down the long stretch of road that seems to go on forever. If she's lucky, there are trees that gives her enough shade so she wouldn't be burned red at the end of the day. It's not a lucky day for her.
Still, it could be worse. She could be back at the halfway house. She has never been more alone than when she was there for the last three years. She thought familiarity would eventually take the sharp edge off, but it turns out the discomfort she felt the first day when she stepped into the rundown house with too many rooms but not enough beds never goes away. Her stomach twists badly when she remembers the old lady who had been in charge there.
Sure, she had never abused any of the children under her care, but she didn
